Firestone Hot Springs teleport massive

It grows colder with each passing day yet winter has not yet arrived. The pale she-wolf is small and weak to begin with,  even during her time as a well-fed pack wolf,  but after a few weeks of solitude her condition has plummeted.  Were it not for the density of her ivory coat,  she would have been a pitifully malnourished sight to behold.  There is still light in her eyes,  however,  and she has not yet grown too weak to travel.

Her paws bring her to an odd place... the likes of which she has never seen.  Steam billows into the chilly, gray air,  the scent of hard water permeating the vicinity,  and she finds herself in the midst of the hotsprings as she enters the warm clouds of mist. The warmth is inviting, staving off the cold; it soothes her troubled and grief-stricken mind.  Recently, the only emotions she knows are those of sadness,  of numbness, of her inability to grasp even the smallest hint of hope. She plods toward one of the pools and drops to her belly, slackened, resigned to lay here a while and forget about the death and solitude looming before and ahead of her. At the very least,  she can escape the cold.